Out with the old

It was the day… the day his father and Isa left the Armada. There was a mix of feelings in Charlie’s heart as he watched the cart pull away. He loved his father dearly, respected his leadership, appreciated and valued his insight from both roles that he had in the young man’s life. Having another step into that role of leadership would take some adjustments, but Charlie felt confident his father would not have passed the pack to Basilisk if he did not feel his cousin would fill the role well. Sure things might change, but if there was a doubt… then his father would have chosen someone else. He relaxed his shoulders and let his gaze slide over to Bas. What future awaited them?

…only a single word, spoken in anger, came from his sister and Charlie arched a brow as he looked toward Kite. Oh no… was she really going to start drama right as their father was leaving? He didn’t understand what could have made her so upset, but he frowned… not in disapproval, but he did not like the direction this would be heading. The pack erupts with drama and the former Warlord wasn’t even out of sight yet on the horizon. “Kite…?” He questioned softly. He wanted to understand what this was about. How could he possibly make the right calls without all of the information?

"Speech," 'Thought.'